when we meet again my bones will ache...
Hey, I'm Caroline ◕‿◕
I'm 16 years old and there's
My skin can sense the evidence of our tenseness. Our pheromones all alone could make us moan, but we won't let them. When we meet again, we'll pick a fight, you know I bite hard. Do your friends know you're not in Rome? We'll smash our phones and disappear in two directions alone.
